To make a few bucks and “build character” as a high school girl, I worked at Kevin Costner’s restaurant in Deadwood, South Dakota.
This was four-diamond rated, whatever that means, but the elegant atmosphere and expensive menu provided me with the context to understand it meant well. The cast included a weekend piano player – an older women with dark hair and lips.
When I would pass her sparkling wardrobe, she would look up and faintly smile, enjoying the flow of her fingers and fluidity of her own thoughts.
And during a long shift on a Saturday night, I would wearily smile as if to ask, Will you play it? and she’d gracefully flip her music sheets to a tune that gave me hope.
Since then until now – a 28 year-old woman and wife and friend and country dweller – my mind whispers “let it be” on the days when plans are reshaped and answers remain lost.
And my mother Mary is mother nature who whispers through the wind and wraps tightly around me, there will be an answer.
The words resurface in the middle of unknowns and unseens and the map so tightly gripped flew out the window when needed most during that hurricane…
Let it be.
Or that person who knows just the words to say to scratch at old scars til blood emerges and they smile at their victory…
Let it go.
And the words slowly flow to mind when the dream in front of your face beckons but your hands, they cannot reach it yet…
Let it rest.
Let it be.
Over and over and over again.
Words of wisdom, indeed.
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